Send my fond regards to Lonelyville I'm staying in my well-appointed valley on the hill Oh, I'll grow hale on seawater, a son on the honey milk And leave something to loneliness, Sweet William will
I once was there to find the girl, that mystic morning's eve There in the shade with all things up its leaves Waking to the marvel, to be northern, to be free You can hear the sound of southern bells follow where she please
Some with the forked tongues they'd love again to unlearn Some for a heart, a brushed yet stainless urn You see some say for a spell, well it's the last they're seen or heard But for all the night falls for each alone, each alone will yearn
Now say hello to the blind king He was two hands younger and both empty of his queen In her place the lone spade waltzed right in to a silent hymn See him bow and bend at twenty one and Jack The Blacksmith's crying This is how they come to leave their lonelinesses
The weeks will pass in a tennis match before she for him undresses For so long with no point for the distant mister and the near misses It will be love, love from above when at length the arrow hisses
Now the waterfall wallpaper clings to its dear life Our two-d holiday burns clear through the night The holy lonely lead their piebalds down to the tide Singing, oh no my heart will not be claimed by the fire
They cast the independent man, his anchor and his spear First in gold then out the capitol and through the prism of his tears The moon sets to the great purse of the sea like a folding mirror As pointed for the promise land the sisters disappear
I set my prayers tonight for Lonelyville To fall with the snow at that lone window sill The ghost of the wolf moonlight to fall on Slater Mill And leave something to loneliness Sweet William will